Mystikal – I Smell Smoke Lyrics

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[Intro]
I'm in the land
L.A. -- land of the sticky
What ch'all niggas know bout that purple weed nigga
Show y'all niggas some shit, it's that sticky, that bud
Indo, hydro, open up the window, I'm bout to blow
That fire shit, nigga what ch'all, what ch'all got
What ch'all got to roll 'em up
Backwoods? Garcia Vegas
Straight chocolate Phillies
Nigga straight, ?
Nigga I'll twist it in the Black n Milds
Y'all niggas don't know nothing about them Coronas
Cognac, J.O.B., one point five

Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end
Take the Phillie out and roll it up
Light it, hit it, hold it, pass
Puff puff blow it up
See some of y'all niggas be talking about blowing
But can't handle the doja
Getting sleepy n shit, quitting all early
Bitch you ain't no smoker
Y'all must think used to hitting that dirt
The sticks with the brown buds
Me, I ain't got shit else to do
Nigga I'm bout to get fucked up
Two cases of green OPTIMOS burned away
A.M. done turned to P.M
And nighttime done turned back to day
I'm, still smoking
Feeling sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day getting loaded
It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke
It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja
Disconnect the smoke detector and
Put a wet towel up under the door
Nobody around me mo' dope for me, I got the whole tree
Leftovers for me, whoo this bitch off the hee
Button up cause suck 'em up is a pet peeve
First don't put my lighter in your pocket
Second don't wet my goddamn weed
That's just two, before I could get to three and fo'
Five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do'
Evidence all over, I've been doing something serious
Gotta hide this shit, cause I know that's hotel security
I played it off, I said come back later I ain't got on no clothes
He said, sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke
Fuck it just went to jail for that shit; I ain't goin back
I done ate an ounce and I'mma flush the rest
Cause I ain't going out like that
Spraying cologne and cutting on the shower; trying to clear it up
Workin like a dog but I gotta open the do' - fuck it here go nothing
The door swung open and some young nigga
Talking bout, what's happening
He said, I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack
Ain't that a bitch
Boy you betta get your bitch ass up outta here
Nigga I'd think you the motherfucking police
I done threw all my motherfucking weed away
Fuckin with you old bitch-ass nigga
Nigga, get your motherfucking ho-ass up outta here
Bitch before I stomp your bitch ass, the fuck
Boy this nigga done blew my motherfucking high

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